Saturday, June 1, 2013


An inspired piece. 

I know I have to keep you to live but my need to get rid of you is like I've been set on fire most nights. I wait for it to stop but it just keeps burning slowly until it sparks just right to flame again. But your still there picking at whats left after, My muscles open and twitching. I look at the mess through a glass wall at the girl who has no skin. Wanting to know if she feels it? if the pain is still the same? Surely now that her skin is gone she feels it all again, The air, The earth. But the fire is gone. it is no more.